.... since we said goodbye to our beloved friend, sister, wife, Mama, Oma, teacher and the so many things that Mama had been to us.
In the days that followed the funeral, I was privileged to have a peek into her cellphone unit, from whence came a different insight of Mom.
Like the fact that she loved flowers and plants of all varieties and kinds. The collage above might look full, but the fact was I still had to leave quite a bit untouched.
Then there was the flowers in church, not that I can blame her. We used to go to one of the most beautiful church in the vicinity, especially in the mornings when there are lots of natural light coming through the stained glass windows.
There were some food pictures, which kind of make me wonder how it would have been had Mom got connected into Instagram.
There were pictures of home, the view from the house, the stuff inside, as well as the orchids which took the place of pride on the front patio.
But personally, I think the best bunch would be the 'selfies'.
Granted, these are not selfies in the strictest sense (she did not seem to take those pics themselves), but, combined with the rest of the 'intstagram feed', they definitely offered glimpses into her daily routine, with better insight compared to the occasional pictures I have of her, most of which happened during 'special occasions'.
As active as she was before her sickness got the better of her, we all have faith that Mom would not be sitting still even in her after life, and with this faith, we do let her go, knowing that she's already in 'better hands'.
Take care, Mom.....
This post was supposed to come out on Mom's one year death anniversary last June, but somehow I didn't manage to quite write the final part, so it had languished in the draft folder for months. Just as it was past long time to let Mom go, I do need to let this post go, imperfect as it is, as a good enough memorial for my mother. I believe that there are better legacies of my mother in the form of people who made it through life, inspired by her example and work, and all I am doing is simply to shed some light into some part of her life that many may not know. I am happy with that. This is the Mom that exasperated me a lot, who raised me to be who I am today, whom I love, whom I know tried her best. Love you, Mom. Cheers.
